Friday, April 18, 2014

Living/Dying (for John)

The hole in my heartHow does it heal?The birds scattered theirmovements to the windMusic made me wantto always be with youforever in soundAnd when I droveI imagined you behindthe wheelYou gave me a pushand the road glided on byThe clouds movedand the first sprinklesof rain fellas if crying forthe physical dimensionthat is this EarthAll the pain and pleasureAll of thisis oursto play with untilthat time that werun freeFree of the heavinessbut not of the loveThe place you showed methat morning in the darkMy movements floatedon airThere was such peacea lightness hard todescribe in the wordswe have hereAnother space where thebody is not the bodybut the soul is eternalI didn't have to cry anymoreIt's that placeWhere the flowers kissthe breezeThe sunlight is bright - a brilliancenot of this Earthand the ships pass on byI will see you thereIn living we are dying andin dying we are living